In my dream, the city stretched out
beyond what I could see.
Colorful concrete pillbox roofs
spread to infinity.
Oh, such an infinite city
must have some great allure.
Miracles, mysteries, mayhem,
and madness - that's for sure.
What secrets reside behind those
thick and dampening slabs?
What unknown fortunes have been lost,
that now are up for grabs?
How many souls are lost right now?
Panic starting to rise.
How many will be found in time
due to those spying eyes?
There's some magic in this city,
I'm sure that there must be.
For everything can happen when
you stretch to infinity.
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I really like the last lines of this poem
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thanks
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I like the poem it happened that I wondered the same question !!!!!
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Beautiful poem π» Is that a macaque in India? It reminds me a bit of the macaques living in Southern Spain, they live only on the rock of Gibraltar, the rest of their habitat gone because of humans
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Close. Kathmandu in Nepal
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So mesmerizing! πΈβ₯οΈ
Would love for you to check out a poem on my blog, about city life.
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